A hand coils around my arm with a firm grip. My eyes shot open, burning from the ray of sunshine that slanted through the window, my blurry vision focused on the man hovering above me.
I grab the hand of the man, yanking it off my arm with a twist, he grunts as I pull him down with his twisted arm. I jolts upright, spinning my body, as I use my knee to pin his body to the bed, I pulled out my G17 from underneath my pillow and pointed it at him.
"What the fuck man?" Rian's coarsely voice fills the air, cold with anger. "Get off me."
Gasping, I release my hold on him, my forehead drenched in sweat, my heart racing, my breath rasped in and out of my lungs, my palm shaky. "I could have killed you." I uttered, placing the pistol on the bed, I sat up right with my elbows resting on my thighs, and my face between my hands.
"You're damn right." He scorned.
" What the fuck are you doing here?" I questioned, running my hand over my face.
"It's getting worse Enzo." He said in soft tone.
"I have everything under control." I replied, wiping off the bead of sweat from my head.
" You were struggling." He stated.
The nightmares were getting more intense, they come but never leave, it's like a plague of the night, a curse that I could never run from.
" I'm fine." I exhaled, getting off the bed.
"Enzo-"
"I said I'm fine." I stated with a stern look, cutting him off whatever he had to say.
He opens his mouth, like he was about to say something, but he is wise enough to shut up and not push further.
I walk past him, heading straight for the bathroom, striping out of my pajama pants as I stepped into the bathroom.
I stare at myself in the mirror, running my eyes over the scares on my body, covered by the tattoos littered along my skin.
With each scars tells a story, a story of my fucked life.
I turned on the faucet, having a quick shower, before changing into a black suit, styling my hair. I stepped out of the room, being greeted by my men as I strut over to the dining room for breakfast.
Mariano, my cousin was already seated at the table with his mother, Carmella, my aunt, she is in her late 40′s, married thrice. She met her first husband Donatello, at a party held by my father, they fell in love and got married after a week. She had Mariano in their first year of marriage, then two years later, Donatello was diagnosed with Testicular cancer, he died after battling cancer five years later. After Donatello's demise, she discovered she was pregnant with Antonio and Angelo.. Having the twins helped her through the lose of Donatello.
She met her second husband Michael, at a bar when the twins turned 6. They fell in love at first sight, got married after two months of courting. Then 7 years in their marriage, she came home one night after a job, and caught him with another woman.
Let's just say, it wasn't a mistake they both lived to regret.
And then comes Leonardo, her third husband, they have been together for ten years, she met him on a job. He was meant to kill her, but instead he fell for her. They have been together ever since.
Leonardo glance up at me, as he was busy typing away on his phone, he nods curtly at me as a sign of respect that he acknowledged my presence.
"Morning Enzo." He greeted.
"Morning Leo." I replied, taking my seat at the head of the table.
"I heard your nightmares are getting worse." Carmella said.
My eyes finds that of Rian's, with a cold stare that could send shivers down his spine.
"I have got it under control." I muttered.
"Like hell you do." She scoffed. " When was the last time you slept? I mean had a proper sleep.. I think it's time you visit a therapist again."
"I don't need to. " I said, as Mrs. Marcello, my 65 years old cook sets breakfast on the dining table.
"Buongiorno Signor Lorenzo ."(Good morning Mr. Lorenzo) She greeted, with a smile, as she placed a cup of coffee on my table as usual.
"Giorno Marcello." (Good morning Marcello)I replied, sipping the coffee.
Black, just the way I like it.
She knew how I liked my things. I have known her since I was a kid, she use to work for my parents then. But now she works for me, along with her children.
"Can you please talk him to seeing a therapist or better still, taking his medication." Carmella pleaded, before digging into her meal.
" Signor Lorenzo you haven't been using your medications, please do." Mrs. Marcello pleaded.
I nodded my head in response, before taking a bite of the scrambled eggs.
"That's what you said last month, and the previous one, and the one before." Rian chipped in before taking a bite of his eggs.
Why can't they just leave me the hell alone and just let me have my breakfast in peace and quiet.
"I can take care of myself." I fretted, picking up the napkin to wipe my mouth clean. "I will be gone for the rest of the day, so don't hold dinner for me."
" Where are you off to?" Carmella questioned.
"San Francisco " I tossed the napkin on the table, standing up.
"You're leaving the country?" She questioned.
"Yes." I responded.
"How long will you be gone?"
"For some couple of days, I need to deal with a quick business."
Mariano takes the last bite of the eggs, before wiping off his mouth, and rose to his feet.
"You won't be coming along with me." I pointed to him.
"Why not?" He asked.
" I need you to stay back and handle the company in my absence. "
"Why? She can handle it." Rian said, gesturing to his mom.
"Because I said so.." I ordered, before turning around and heading out.
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A knock on the door draws my attention from the paperwork I held, as I gazed at the door.
"Yes?"
I see Carmella's head peep into the room, before she stepped in.
"I thought you had left." She said.
"Not yet."
"I need to talk to you." She uttered, as she took a sit in one of the chair in front of my desk.
Placing the paperwork on my desk. "OK." I exhaled, staring at one of the few people who was bold enough to stand in my presence without cowering in fear.
"Leonardo and I are planning to lay low for some while.. We are travelling to Hawaii."
"That's good."
"I need to know that when I'm away, you're going to be fine." She said, with a serious look.
"I'll be fine." I groaned, leaning back against my chair.
She leaned forward, taking my right hand in between her warm hands, which used to be plump and soft, now they were all covered in wrinkles, scattered with lines and sun spot. "Good, don't make me come down here to kick your ass." She smiled.
I chuckled. "You couldn't, even if you tried."
She smacks my arm. "Don't be deceived by my looks, I can still kick your ass." she jokes, as she stood up, striding over to the mini bar in my office.
"There is no doubt." I smiled.
She pulled out a bottle of whisky, pouring two glasses. "You know I have a friend who has this beautiful daughter, she is....."
"No." I retorted, cutting her off.
" Trust me Enzo, you won't regret this." She pleaded.
"No." I said, knowing where she was heading with all this. This has been going on for years now. She has been trying to matchmake me with some of her friends daughter's, trying to get me married to them, with hope that they will keep the monsters in me at bay. The truth is I am more of a monster than a man. The darkness in me was spreading like a wild fire, consuming everything and everyone in its part.
I'm a cold, cruel, ruthless, sadistic sociopath who kills for fun. Hurting people makes me feel like I'm high on ecstasy, and what is more fucked up is the fact that I cherished the pleasure of being feared. The fear that radiates off people when they hear my name, the horror, and panic written across their faces, trembling hands, and stuttering words when they see me.
I love the power. The sweet intoxicating power .
"How about you spend one night with her?" she suggested, offering me a glass of whisky. " You could fuck her if you want."
"NO."I responded, accepting the glass she handled to me.
"Enzo, I think seeing her will-"
"I have a flight to catch." I gulped down the whisky. "If you have nothing else to say then you can leave." I glanced at the door.
"Fine, you stubborn ass." She sighed, shaking her head in disapproval, before exiting my office.
I rub my face, running my fingers through my hair as I sighed. I packed up the paperwork into my briefcase, and stepped out of the office.
A/N
I do not speak Italian, but I'm in love with the language😍😋 , so there might be a lot of mistranslation of words 🙈🙈so bare with me.
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